Messy

A messed up mind,

Is what I am left with-

With thoughts,  right or wrong-

I cant really perceive.

Distance seems greater

Each time.

As I try to reconnect.

Rebond?

 A joke.

All I know ,

Is that I’m

Going with the flow.

Loving it…

And hating it-

As well.

I’m leading

A different life now.

Far away

From the one

I’d known.

The fresh air-

A respite.

But at what price?

It’s a paradigm shift almost.

Yet I cant seem to

Press the delete option.

Life’s taken a strange turn.

Suddenly I’m at crossroads.

Unknown - so far-

Lies the right direction.

Where should the right direction point to?

Will it be

A lasting “pleasant surprise?”

Or a negation

Of the new-

Retracing the footprints-

Lost in the sands of time?

How did I dig my own grave?

When will I wake up?

And see the sun rise,

In the right east?

Or is it too bad to,

Drift aimless in your dream?

Floating on- 

Waiting for the Messiah-

To signal the Beginning,

Of the End.

And the Awakening.